Take Off and Go Somewhere

I’m fixing to take off and go somewhere.

I got to ‘cause I’m getting that old feeling of when I used to go to Miami, San Juan, Dallas, Chicago and New York, with occasional visits to Little Rock, Tampa, Memphis, Nashville, Mobile, Jacksonville, Charlotte, Charleston, Birmingham, Jackson and Richmond, all on a regular basis.

These days I go to Conyers, Covington, Jackson, Madison and Monticello, with occasional visits to Flovilla, Newborn, Shady Dale and Hillsboro, along with a lot of other lovely locations in between.

I used to dine in Coconut Grove, at the El San Juan, the Mansion On Turtle Creek in Dallas, at Morton’s of Chicago, and at the Four Seasons in the Big Apple.

Occasionally I would take my evening meal at Doe’s Steak Place in Little Rock, at Burn’s Steak House in Tampa, at Corky’s in Memphis, Mario’s in the Music City, The Oyster House on the causeway down in Mobile, at Ruth’s Chris in Jacksonville, at the Tavern On The Green in Charlotte, at A. W. Shucks in Charleston, At John’s Downtown in the Magic City, at Crechale’s in Jackson and at Aurora in Richmond, with occasional gastronomical forays in locations I just can’t seem to remember.

Now I dine at Mamie’s Kitchen in Conyers, Stalveys in Covington, at Lucky’s in Jackson, at the Tillman House in Monticello, at Frank’s on Hwy. 212, with occasional visits to the Mexican Restaurant in Flovilla, the Wing Place in Newborn, the barbecue place at the corner store in Shady Dale and at the barbecue place in Hillsboro, when it’s open, along with a lot of other tasty spots in between.

I must admit my stress level is down and I enjoy my life style, but you know what? Sometimes I get an itchy feeling for those more fast paced places.

I’ll probably just take off for one of them pretty soon. If I had to guess which one it might be, I would probably guess the Oyster House on the causeway down in Mobile, but the El San Juan in Puerto Rico is heavy on my mind.
Before I go, I promise to write up a few “I’m Fixin’ To’s” to cover me while I’m gone.

If the quality of them diminish, don’t be fixing to blame me. Blame that old wanderlust that lurks within me.